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"When was the last time you rested?"

“When’s the last time you slept?”

"I uh... there's no way for me to answer that without getting into trouble. Next subject, please?"

“You know, this game of cat and mouse is starting to get old rather quickly.” Eris chuckled, silver orbs glittering with a mixture of amusement and wicked intent.  “Even when you have, in your words, found ‘the one’, you still keep coming back to me.  Tsk tsk.  You can try to hide, of course, but we both know the beast inside you craves the beast in me.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. I know we’re not exactly an affectionate family-- present company excluded-- but I do love you guys.”

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        Years had changed him. God, had time taken its toll on him. But this place... no, this place hadn’t changed in the slightest. It was as if the town had frozen in time since he last set foot here. Walking into the bar on the main street, so much was familiar about it but he couldn’t quite remember all the details. It had been too long. Then he saw her sitting at the end of the bar. He couldn’t forget a face like hers. Sure, he remembered her face, but the details were less clear. At the point in his life when he was last in this town, he was far less mature than now. Life had a sobering affect. Most of the women from years gone by had blended together. But her face, he remembered. Taking a chance, he hoped they had at least ended on good terms as he approached her. “It’s been a minute, hasn’t it?”